“I just wish for once Bruce would just come over and fuck me. Desperate, horny, sweaty sex. Is that too much to ask?” Mandy complained to her twin sister, Linda.

“Careful what you wish for, Sis,” Linda replied. “That’s all it ever is with Matt. No dates, no dinners. Sometimes the odd drink after work but then straight home and straight into it.”

“You said he was good in bed, though.” 

“A-Mazing!” Linda told her, “I have never come so much with a guy. But dinner and a movie wouldn’t hurt now and then.”

“Well, maybe you should fill in for me on Tuesday. Bruce has booked us into Concerto. Fine food and wine, silver service and by the time the bill has come, the sex is either a non-event or non-existent.”

A wicked smile formed on Linda’s face. 

“Why don’t we swap on Valentine’s day?”

“What?” Mandy spluttered, “that won’t work.”

“It will, and we’ve always joked about it. Heck, people practically expect it from identical twins.”

“You’d let me fuck your boyfriend?”

“Yes, this time, I’m letting you. Unlike the last time you did it.”

Mandy blushed slightly, but didn’t apologise. Brad Carter had been worth it then, plus she hadn’t needed to pretend she was Linda. Brad was very keen to fuck both twins. 

“And you’re happy to fuck Bruce?”

“If it comes to it, yes. But it sounds like a great meal followed by lying down in a food coma.”

“That about sums it up. What if they find out?”

“They either love it so we end up doing it every week, or they hate it then we are both single again. Are you in?”

“What could possibly go wrong?”

“That’s the way, let me open a bottle of wine. Then we’ll get this plan sorted.”

Valentine’s day-  Mandy

Mandy sat on Linda’s couch. Flicking through TV stations, waiting for Matt to arrive. Linda had left about half an hour ago, looking stunning in Mandy’s sexiest dress. Mandy herself had dressed in a pair of boxer shorts and a tank top. The boxers were Linda’s suggestion. Matt loved it, apparently. 

Finally, the buzzer rang to let Matt into the building. Mandy waited by the door, not caring if it made her look thirsty. She was, soon she’d be getting what she craved. 

When Matt arrived at the door he looked surprised. Was the deception up already?

“Aren’t you ready?” he asked, “Did you read my message?”

“What? No. There must be a problem with my phone,” Mandy improvised.

For all their meticulous planning,, neither twin had thought about either boyfriend messaging or calling. Rookie mistake. 

“Well, can you get ready? I’ve got us dinner reservations. Fancy restaurant.”

“Where?”

“It’s a surprise, but we need to move,” I don’t want to lose the table.”

“No time for…?” Mandy left the question hanging.

“I’d love to, Babe, but save it for dessert. Come on,” Matt said again.

Mandy picked up her phone and raced into the bedroom, frantically going through Linda’s wardrobe until she found something she liked. A cocktail dress with spaghetti straps. She looked through Linda’s drawers for suitable underwear then decided against it. If she was to get what she wanted from Matt she might have to advertise a little. She quickly touched up her make-up and sent a message to Linda about the change of plans.

In the Uber, she sat as close as she could to Matt, whispering in his ear, running her hand up and down his leg. She was thirsty and wanted Matt to know.

Before she could get too much happening they had arrived at their destination. A uniformed Valet opened her door.  She forced a smile. 

“Concerto, what a treat,” she said while thinking, “Oh fuck, what now.”

Valentine’s Day- Linda 

Linda walked into the grand foyer of the Symphony hotel, a five-star hotel overlooking the river and city. On the top floor sat Concerto, the equally credentialed restaurant. Bruce stood in the lobby, a single rose in his hand. A broad, lustful smile on his face.

Linda had only met Bruce once. At the time she hadn’t been overly impressed with his looks or personality. Tonight she liked what she saw, hopefully,, the personality delivered. 

“You wore that dress, mmmm,” Bruce told her as she reached him, “Thank you.”

Linda silently thanked Mandy for insisting on the dress as Matt took her in his arms and kissed her, his tongue darting into her mouth. Linda responded with her tongue. She leaned in closer to Bruce. It wasn’t what she’d expected but it wasn’t unpleasant. 

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” Bruce whispered.

“I can’t wait,” Linda replied.

Bruce took her by the hand as they walked across the lobby. A bellhop held a lift for them as they tumbled in. Bruce tagged a keycard and pressed a number. Turning straight back to Linda and kissing her again. Linda hadn’t expected this level of attention, nor had she expected to be so aroused. She wondered how she would get through dinner. 

The elevator pinged. Once again Bruce took her by the hand and led her to some double doors. She had expected the restaurant entrance to be grander than this but didn’t question anything. A uniformed butler opened the door as Bruce and Linda reached it. 

“Good evening, Sir, Madam,” he nodded as he closed the door behind them.

They were not in a restaurant. They were in the biggest hotel room that Linda had ever seen. Bigger than any apartment she had seen. The city glistened and reflected in the river through the floor-to-ceiling windows. 

“You like it?” Bruce asked her.

“It’s, wow,” Linda was lost for words.

Bruce popped a bottle of expensive champagne and poured two glasses, handing one to Linda.

“Here’s to passion,” he toasted.

Linda had barely taken a sip when Bruce started kissing her again.

“I’ve been, ugh, thinking about this all day,” he grunted in between kisses.

“Me too,” Linda replied, leaning right into the moment.

As they kissed,  she reached down to feel his cock. It was rock hard and felt huge in her hand. Bruce groaned as she squeezed it. She decided that this would be better than any fancy meal.

“Take your pants off,” she told him. 

Bruce obliged quickly, removing his pants and boxers and revealing his long hard cock. Linda had fucked thicker cocks than this, but the length was impressive. Mandy had left this detail out of their planning. Then again, neither of them had expected Bruce to do this. 

“Now fuck me,” she panted. 

Linda slipped off her shoes and stepped towards the windows, placing her hands on either frame. She bent over, pointing her pert arse at Bruce. She lifted her dress, inviting. She’d had the foresight to remove her g string in the Uber. 

She turned to look at Bruce, moving a hand to rub her clit.

“Come and get it,” she told him, “what are you waiting for.” 

Bruce moved behind her, placing his hands on her hips and tentatively pushing his cock into Linda’s opening. Linda was not in the mood for slow and gentle.

“Fuck me fast and hard,” she hissed at him.

Bruce sped up. His cock filled Linda’s pussy, her gasps filling the air.

“Oh fuck,” Bruce shouted.

“Keep going.”

Bruce had no intention of slowing down now. He gripped Linda’s hips tight and thrust hard. So hard he was almost lifting Linda off the floor. With every thrust, Linda yelled. 

“Yes, Yes, Yes.”

Linda was seeing stars. She bent further forward, altering the angle of Bruce’s cock in her. The change was slight, the result was large. She moaned and nearly cried as a pulsating orgasm took control of her. 

The change pushed Bruce over the edge too. His cock twitched and twitched as he came hard. 

“Fuck, so good,” he said as his cock slid out of Linda. Covered in their combined juices. Another twitch and more cum hit the back of Linda’s leg. 

Linda stood, reaching back to Bruce for support as her legs shook. 

“I need to lie down for a minute. That was something,” she told him. 

Bruce smiled, offered his arm for support and led her to the suite’s master bedroom. He opened the door for her,  she stepped through it. 

Linda saw the balloons and flowers, then the rose petals on the bed. Her eyes finally settled on the sign. 

I Love You, Mandy. Marry Me. 

She thought to herself, “Oh fuck, what now?”